Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

Tonight the moon is full in the land the forest.
The of Wallachian wolves,
a to the dreariest soul.

I'm alone, within the confines of my home bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my bride.

A host of ravens hover majestic winter mountains.
Into my ears they whisper, a song of melancholy.

Five years have passed since the flowers blossomed.
meadows now benighted and shadows embrace the frozen sun

I'm

"I the glorious storms,
the wrath of the upon the shores.
The winds and their symphonies,
above the elegant trees.
I remember the spent in thine arms,
while making dark with bestial charm.
A setting provided incessant rain,
sipping the blood from each veins."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
to cease my immortal life.

"I am longing to thee, my love,
to bake in the warmth of the above.
by landscapes so picturesque
with the nestled on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the sweet of thy kiss,
to in the halls of the fiery abyss.
Vanquish thy curse and set me free,
me, my darling, from my tortured sleep."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
residing over a land.
Now a beast of guise,
bent to cease my life.

"Through dreams I convoke to thee
like a gentle breeze a reposing sea.
Let my waves away thy grief,
and convey thy shadowless soul to me."

renounced the ways of christ.
I've spat on his throne and at his lies.
I'll install a new to which there will be
everlasting for you and me.

Soon we stroll through the spellbinding mark.
My has come to relinquish this earth,
with cascading tears of unseen,
I'll be reunited my pallid queen.
Through ethereal

Together drink to our undying love.
Absinthe shall us on the wings of a dove,
and us to places beyond our dreams,
where graceful nymphs the scene.

And so I forsake my abode.
My calamitous fable of woe unfolds valor,
I the sweltering sun.
In thy pale of death, we are alone.